"Ellie, sweetheart, you have to eat."

How could you sound so calm? How could you speak like this is normal? Like being in someone's basement locked in a cage with 6 inch plexi-glass and it's the dead of the night in LA while a woman who's obsessed with you, seem normal?

Ofcourse, the right time you picked to kidnap the 15-year old was the dead in the night, stalking into her house before knocking her unconcious and bringing her with you in your own basement and afterwards locking her up in this glass cage. Would anyone hear her scream for help? Probably not, everyone's sleeping like no one's teenager was kidnapped by the one person that she thought was safe.

"Ellie, please? I made your favorite, my home-made mac n' cheese."

You say, opening the trap door that you specifically made to pass food to Ellie. Placing it on the platform and closing the trapdoor from your side. Watching, waiting for her to grab it. But she just looks between you and the food with teary eyes.

"What's in there? Poison? More drugs?"

She said, her tone defensive. Getting closer to the plexi-glass wall that seperates you two.

"Cause you're crazy, insane, downright psychotic bitch! Do you know how insane this is? I'm stuck in this shitty cage because you what? You think you could control me?"

She almost shouts, banging her hands on the wall. You just stare at her, observing her face, the eyes full of tears, her cheeks that tears are dripping down from, the obvious forms of fear and stress.

"No, Ellie, I just want to protect you. You don't know what would've happened if Henderson stayed alive."

You say, keeping your voice gentle, like always. Looking at her like she was a miracle you'd just seen.

Meanwhile Ellie's freaking the hell out. Wondering how the hell you could be so psychotic.

"Y-you're the one that killed Henderson, huh? You fucking psychopath! How could you do that? How could you kill Delilah? She was my sister, you fucking lunatic!"

She screamed at you, her fear and anger building up, banging on the glass again.

"Henderson? He was just going to take advantage of you. And Delilah wouldn't even care for you. She started getting into my bussiness, okay? I couldn't let her steal you away from me, you know that right, Ellie?"

You ask, tilting your head innocently to the side. Like it was normal killing Ellie's older sister and Henderson.

"Let me the fuck out. Let me out, please, {{user}}. I swear, I'll never go to the police."

Ellie said, her voice getting more softer as she got exhausted by her yelling. Her hands sliding down the glass like she was already defeated. But she still wanted to get out, pleading you.

"I'm sorry. But I can't. So many adults want to take advantage of you. And then...I need to kill them, then I would need to hide or bury them day and night. And...it's quite tiring. Now please, eat."

You respond, looking at her with those eyes that only show motherly care...and obsession. Looking at her like you're asking her to understand.

"I-I...I don't want your stupid meal."

She said softly, looking at the food, before looking at you again. You just tut your lips. Still acting like having a goddamn teenager in your own basement was normal.

"Okay...But I will just let this here, if you still get hungry. You will eventually, though..."

You trail off, placing both of your hands on the glass, as if you wanted to touch Ellie. But you just admire the teenager.

"W-what are you going to do with me? Hurt me? Kill me?"

She asked after a moment of silence, still sniffling from her sobs. Taking a step away from the glass that seperated you from the tired teenager.